Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-02-05

first YOU take yalerian to quiet your
nerves, or alcohol 10 revive your spir-
its; but have YOU found anything in the
medicines or physical stimulants sufi-
cient? Perhaps in the excitement of
the money-market, ~ in the merry
making of the club YOU have sought re-
lief. This world has no balm for a
wounded soul, no shelter for "A bruised
spirit. The dove in the time of the del
uge few north and it was all water, in
which were tossed the carcasses Of the
dead world, and the first solid thing the
doves feet touched was the window of
THE ARK
So the soul in trouble goes out in one
direction and finds nothing substantial
TO rest upon. and in another direction,
and every whittier, but there is no rest
for thr dove save the ark.
Substantial comfort will not grow
In Natures barren soil;
All We can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toll;
But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made His glories known,
There fruits Of heavenly joys are found;
Aud there alone"
Men talk rs though starting for
God were putting out on "A trackiess
moor; on wandering through the sands
of 4 great Sahara No, not it is COM
ing to the warmest and best of homes,
''as doves TO the windows"
Again: These souls to-day gather
ing for membership, are like doves be-
cause they come in llocks. The buz-
gard, with dripping beak iluttering up
from the carrion, is alone. You occa-
s%ionally look up against the wintry sky
and see n solitary bird winging past.
But doves or pigeons are in ilocks' by
scores and hundreds 30 they fly. You
hear the loud whirr of their wings as
they pass. SO to-day W. see a great
flock coming into
TIE KINGDOM.
1t is not a straggler, trying to catch up
with his regiment; it is a solid pha-
lanX, taking the kingdom. 1t is not a
drop on your hand or check that leaves
you in doubt whether it rains or not,
but the rush of an unmistakable show
or. 1t is not the raking up Of the
gleanings, but the tossing up OF
the full sheaves into the NOW
'as doves to their windows" There
are all ages in this flock. Some OF
them are young, and the very first use
they make of their wings is to fly into
the kingdom. Some Of them are old.
and their wings have been torn with
shot and ruiiled with the tempest, and
they had almost dropped into the sea.
Some of them have been making q
very crooked course. They dipped
their wings in fountains of sin-thcy
wandered near the gulf Of perdition.
but they saw their danger-they
changed their course. They hay,
come at last, ''as doves to the win
dows.'
l thank God that / have lived to sc,
this day; to my dying hour ! shall no
cease to praise Him for this manifesto
ton of His grace. Praise to HIM, SUI
and moon and stars Praise Him
church militant on earth! Praise Him
church triumphant in heaven! Let the
church beneath raice up its right hant
of congratulation and the church abov,
reach down its right hand Of JOY, anc
while the two are clasped let the elder.
of the church put to our lips the win,
of earthly celebration, and the cup
bearers of heaven bring up out Of th'
vaults of eternity the oldest wine, pre-
pared by Him who trod the wine-pres.
alone, and so let two worlds at once
EEP JUBILEE.
went through the heaviest snov
storm | have ever known 10 see a dyin.
girl. Her check on the pillow WA
white rs snow on the easement. He.
large round eye had not lost any of it
lustrc. Loved ones stood all arount
the bed trying to hold her back. He,
mother could not give her up; he.
father could not give her up. and on
aelrer to her than either father o
mother, was frantic with grief. lsaid
Fanny, how do you feel?' 80" sh,
says, ''happy, happy, Mr.. Talmagc
tell all the young folks that religion
will make them happy" As ! cam
ont Of the room, louder than all tn,
sobs and wailings of grief, / heard tn
clear, sweet, glad voice of the dyin.
girl: Good night; we shall NEE
again on the other side of the river
The next Sabbath we buried her. W,
brought
WHITE FLOWERS
and laid them on the coffin. There
was in Ill that crowded church but one
really happy and delighted face, and
that was the face of Fanny. o! l wish
that to-day my Lord Jesus would 90
through this audience and take al
these flowers of youth and garland
them on his brow.
"Perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be;
Oh, should'st thou grievc him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee"
Oh that my Lord God would brin 9
YOU now to see your sin and to fly
from it; and your duty, and help you
TO do it, SO that when the last grea,
terror of earth shall spread It's two
black wings, aud clutch with its bloody
ialons for thy soul, it cannot hurt
thee, for that thou art safe in the warm
d~ova-cot nf a S~aviour's mnrcy'